Disclaimer: I do not own the television series Glee, and therefore I do not own any of the characters / major plotlines in this fic.
A/N: WARNING READERS; This chapter is all Puck/Quinn. Finn does not appear at all. An apology to those of you reading who are strictly Fuinn fans. This section just needed to happen for the story...as angst is coming up...and plus Glee's Quick drought is just so ridiculous, that I needed to do this to keep sane.
Rating: M
Puck doesn't get excited about things.
He's not Rachel. He doesn't tinkle in his pants or go doe-eyed and shit like that. The only things that get him remotely intrigued usually involve crime. Not felonies. Just petty crime. He's too pretty to go to the joint. Even when breaking the law is involved though, he's not so amped up that he gets jittery or changes his persona in the least. He just doesn't do excitement.
When Quinn texts to ask if he wants to spend the weekend together, Puck gets excited.
Not only are her parents out of town staying with her sister, but Finn's also leaving in the morning to go to Fort Wayne with his mom to visit the family of some old Army buddy of his dad's. He won't be back until Monday morning. Her parents won't be back until even later than that. He's starting to get the sense they're self-involved dicks. It works for him though, because that means he gets two whole days of Quinn.
When she tells him to come over bright and early on Saturday, she figures she'll be lucky to see him by noon. Her surprise is almost palpable when she hears a knock on her door at before seven a.m while she's having her morning toast and grapefruit and finds him standing on her doorstep with his football duffle slung over his shoulder.
"Honey, I'm home" He grins, pushing his aviator shades up onto his head.
"It's not even seven yet" Quinn says disbelievingly
"Oh look, she's beautiful and she can tell time..." Puck smirks, leaning in to start nipping her chin with light kisses "She's a keeper."
Puck's compliment makes her remember she's not even ready yet. She's still in her pink pajamea set with the white polka dots, and has barely ran a brush through her blonde hair that's pushed from her face with a simple white elastic head band.
"I'm not even cute yet." She complains opening the door more to let him in, finally taking in the bag. She quirks a brow, "Are you moving in?"
"For the night" Puck smiles, tossing his bag down, and playing with some of the decorative items on the table in the foyer "Maybe tomorrow night too..."
"When I said spend the weekend together, I meant days " She folds her arms over her chest, settling with her back against the closed front door. "Nights weren't in the deal"
He sets down the expensive looking candlestick (which he'd been thinking of pilfering until he remembered where he was) and moves closer to her, pinning her lightly against the door, moving her arms apart and coaxing them around him "But baby, all the best things happen in the dark"
He insists on watching her while she gets ready, arguing that even if her dad has a plasma screen, there's nothing good on this early.
"If we just stayed in all day, you wouldn't have to find clothes" He reminds, laying sideways across her bed, tossing her lamb up in the air like it's a ball or a hackey sack of some kind "We could just be naked."
"Charming." She says, emerging from her closet with two sundresses over her arm, adding sarcastically "Why don't I just live boldly and go out naked?"
"If you think I'd object to that you're wrong" Puck tilts his upper lip, "Nudity, is never wrong."
"I'll let Jacob in on that secret."
"Oh god, my stomach hurts now...I bet his head isn't the only place he has JewFro" He gags.
"Ew." She closes her eyes, blocking out that image., "Just pick a dress before I get sick."
Puck picks the white over the yellow. It's sheerer...and he can always hope for some kind of flood.
"Where you going?" He asks, tossing the lamb and hitting her ass with his perfect aim as she turns around.
"In the bathroom to change."
"Hey Sister Fabray" He says, then talks a whisper as if revealing a naughty much protected secret "I've seen your tits."
Her chest rumbles with a mostly feigned irritated growl, before she sighs and starts sliding her pajamas off.
"Mmmm, look at that ass" He grunts in admiration, "I don't think the mother superior would approve of those lacy panties, Sister...better skin those off too."
"I'm not wearing my dress without panties"
She can see it now, he gets bored of whatever they're doing, and takes her lack of panties as an excuse to use a hands-on method of changing their plans.
"Fine...but at least let the girls breathe for the day..."
"I am wearing underwear, loser...deal with it."
He shrugs, turning over the picture of her Finn at the homecoming pep rally that's on her nightstand.
"Well...that makes one of us."
They go to the park first, because it's early and no one will be there, and really neither of them really thought this day through. They were just looking forward to the being together part.
He pushes her on the swing, and the wind keep blowing her thick blonde hair all in his face.
"God Quinn, you need to cut this shit off" He complains
"Okay." She shrugs, "I'll get it all chopped off in a bob..."
Puck spins the swing around swiftly, crossing the chains at the top and forcing her to face him "I was joking...don't change a fucking thing about yourself."
Quinn grins, as he wraps a strand of the the golden hair in question around his middle finger.
"I could get a mohawk..."
"You know I hate it when people jock my style..." He grins, he swirls her back around, pushing the swing again. He doesn't think he's ever enjoyed a giggle so much (thanks to his little sister's love of corny animal humor, he has nightmares about giggling) as the ones Quinn emits as he continues to push her higher and higher.
She jumps off suddenly, telling his he can't possibly catch her.
She makes it to the slide and all the way up top to the high ladder before looking back. He's still at the bottom.
"Give up?" She grins, noticing he hasn't made a move up the steps.
"Nah. I can just see up your dress from down here."
Quinn rolls her eyes, "Make yourself useful and catch me when I come down."
"Aren't you a little old to need to be caught?" Puck lifts his eyebrow, making his way to the bottom of the big slick slide.
"Someone always has to be there to catch me when I fall" She shrugs, sitting down at the top and arranging her dress.
"Let me guess...it's usually Daddy" Puck snorts.
Quinn thinks for a second "I don't think he ever took me to the park...he didn't have the time." She tries to sound unaffected as she pushes off, not repressing a small laugh before she lands at the bottom, where Puck is waiting to instantly cover her with his body as she lays against the warm, glinting silver metal.
He fakes a pout over her "Daddy didn't have time for his favorite little Princess?" He finds that hard to believe.
"I'm not his favorite" She breathes up without thinking, "My sister is." Firstborn, better grades, apple of his eye and all that stuff.
His smirk falters just a bit. He leans in and presses two light kisses just under her ear
"You're my favorite."
Puck lets her pick all the songs on the radio, as long as he gets to keep a hand between her legs. He doesn't need two hands to drive. Fuck "hands at 10 and 2." He's got a hand at 10, and the other making his girl wet.
It's over dress, but he still manages to make her grip the door handle as he strokes her to the beat of whatever pop song she's landed on. When he hits a speed bump, his knuckle grazes her clit sharply, and she actually moans a little.
He is king of the fucking road.
"You are ruining your fucking pizza" He grumbles, sitting across from her in the little pizzeria just outside of town.
They' can't exactly go to Breadsticks Not unless they just want to act like friends out for lunch with no canoodling or anything. Puck likes to canoodle. Not the word, just the act. If he had to say the word, he'd say petting instead, because it sounds dirtier. But he won't say the word. He'll just do it.
Quinn dabs the napkin over the slice again, sucking up the grease. "I don't hate on you for not eating pepperoni on yours, don't hate on me for de-greasing."
"Will God get mad if you eat grease?" He's not sure if God would actually get mad at him for eating a pork product. That's what his mom says though, to put being kosher into simple terms for him.
"Basically" She sighs, "Or at least Coach Sylvester will" And isn't Sue Sylvester William McKinley's equivalent to God?
He rolls his eyes. "Sue doesn't get any...that's why she picks on someone with a smokin' body like yours."
"Doesn't get any what?" She asks, half distracted by the cookie she's nibbling on. She always likes to eat desert first.
Puck forgets that even if she's not a virgin anymore, she still has her truly innocent moments.
She gets what he was saying just by him raising his eyebrow, and looks embarrassed as she purses her lips and swallows to bite of cookie. "Oh."
"Oh" He teases.
"I don't think smokin' really describes my body..." Quinn isn't totally without confidence, but smokin' is a word better suited for girls build and sculpted like Satana or Brit. She's pretty. But not smoking.
"Yeah, well, me and my dick respectfully disagree."
"Puck!" Only he would use the word respectfully and dick in the same sentence.
"I'm just sayin'...I got pizza and bread sticks in front of me and all I can think about eating is-"
Quinn tosses the parmesan cheese shaker at him.
He responds by unscrewing it and dumping the whole thing in her drink.
She lures him into the little mall in near the pizza place with the promise of ice cream from the food court and a stop by the video store.
"Hey, it says the ice cream place is closed on the weekends..." Puck observes looking at a sign in the food court.
Quinn bites her lip innocently "And...this mall has no video store."
Puck looks affronted.
"You lied to me?"
"They have this adorable boutique here! And I'm never out this far..."
"You brought me here to shop? This, this is unforgivable...you are in so much trouble."
"Let me guess...I'm going to get a spanking?" Sometimes his serpent's tongue is predictable.
"This...this goes beyond spanking." Puck shakes his head, "Let's blow this joint."
"No! I want to shop..."
"I don't shop...and I don't sit outside a dressing room and hold your purse while you shop...I'm not that kinda guy..." Puck reminds, "The only type of shopping I'd ever even consider doing with you is bra shopping..."
Quinn glares, but then the look in her eyes brighten "Okay" She shrugs, dragging him into the boutique behind her.
Puck is like a little kid in a candy store as they travel around the racks and rack of lingerie. He keeps picking up the skimpiest trashiest looking pieces and handing them to her. Most of them she tosses after one glance of a missing nipple hole or an excess of animal print.
Finally, he sees it. Pristine and white, classy cut that still manages to be sexy. He grabs It and holds it in front of her.
"You like?"
"I-" The word 'hate' was already forming on her lips after seeing his other choices, but when she sees the soft garment, she grabs it " - love."
"Try it on, Princess."
He leans against the wall of the dressing room as she goes into the stall, glad no one else is in the store. He looks pussy-whipped standing in a lady's fitting room.
When she steps out in the teddy though, he doesn't care what he looks like. The baby-doll cut is so high up that you see her hip bones, and the material is so sheer you see right through it. He moves out to reach for her.
She steps back "I'll take it that you like it..." Her hand runs over her own hip, and he knows it's to tease him, and he's got a real good mind to just back her into the stall and have his way with her. "It's really expensive though...eighty dollars...I have like...twenty saved from my allowance..."
She sighs, not even allowing him a touch before she goes to change back into her dress. While she's gone, he reaches down in the front of his pants, pulling out the cash he keeps tucked away there. Sixty-five bucks. That's what he has left from selling his old dirt bike. He was planning on saving for a tattoo, but this seems more pressing.
He places the money in her hand when she reemerges, leaning close and murmuring in her ear
"You only wear that thing for me"
Neither of them are hungry when they get home. Not for food at least.
"Hottub?" She asked, running a hand through her hair, looking over her should at him.
He was already undoing the flyon his pants. Needless to say, he didn't feel like he needed a suit. But Quinn did, and soon returned from her room donning a light red two-piece and a playful smile.
She soon wonders why she even bothered putting the suit on.
As soon as she floats near him in the steamy water, her grabs her up close to him, and with no fanfare or ado tears the red strapless top from her frame with ease. The bottoms follow with little fight, floating near them in the water as he ears her already wet and sweaty body with a predatory glance.
"Closer Fabray" He growls, pulling her toward him until her legs move around the seated position his body is in. "You're never close enough."
Quinn holds onto his shoulders as she lifts herself. Her hand dives into the water and grasps him. Puck holds her face in his hands and presses a deep kiss in her mouth as she grips him and positions him against her. Roughly, she sinks back down and he feels himself getting lost inside her. Her body practically sucks him in. He lifts his lips off hers and throws his head back, gritting his teeth so he could exercise some control and not slam his hips up into even harder and in the animalistic fashion he wants.
But when Quinn moves her own hips in a teasing and baiting manner, sending little bursts of electricity from his pelvis to his brain, he can't help but drive into her a little harder.
He feels one of her hands grazing his thigh, as his fingers tangle n her hair. Dipping his head, he buries his nose in the halo between her breasts as pushes inside her again, and feels her muscles clamping him like a vise. Puck feels himself nearing the edge.
"Please don't stop" She moans in his ear, fissures of pleasure building up inside her.
Her soft blonde hair is a wet curtain over his chest as she begins to lay against him, whimpering at each new thrust. His hand finds the small of her back and presses their bodies together even tighter. He squeezes his eyes shut, and he feels her clench so tight and shudder so deeply that he knows she's pulling apart around him.
"Mmmm" He groans right after finding his own climax, moving his forehead to her shoulder. "More..." He says, kissing the skin of her shoulder "I want more."
"You're insatiable" She breathes, not sure how much of the wetness on her red face is from the steaming tub, and how much is her own sweat. She pulls from him floating to the other edge of the hot tub.
"All those big words...you got too much brains babe" He teases, following her and pressing against her "That's why you need to let me fuck some of them out."
And by the time he's done with her in the hot tub, Quinn really doesliterally feel like her brains have been fucked out. She barely has the ability to remember her own name, let alone walk. Puck collects her from the water, and carries her to her room, dries her off, and puts her in bed. Even going as far as to help put nightshirt over her tired, aching body.
She's asleep in less than five minutes.
He raids the cabinet downstairs and eats some junk food, because he's not a a skinny cheerleader who can go to bed without supper. But after he's done pigging out, he makes his way back upstairs and settles into bed under the sheets with her, spooning her toward him.
For a guy whose never hung around long enough to actually sleep with a girl after he's "slept" with her, he's surprised by how much he likes it. Loves it.
Quinn goes to church the next morning, leaving him alone in her house. She comes back at a little after noon to find that he's barely moved from the position she left him in. He's awake, but just wallowing sluggishly in the bed.
She sits down on the edge of the bed to take her stockings off, and he crawls down next to her
"Did you repent of all your sins?" He breathes mockingly in her ear.
"I went to confession." She breathes back "I always do."
"Did you ask for forgiveness?"
"No" She shakes her head, "Just serenity."
"Isn't that a movie?"
"It's a prayer...mostly asking for acceptance of the things a person can't change."
"Like the way you feel about me?"
"Yeah."
They both look at each other, and he takes her hand and plants a kiss on it. He feels closer to her than ever because she's admitted to him that she feels the same way he does. She hasn't said it in so many words...but she's admitted she can't change it.
And the only emotion you can't change is love.
She stands glaring at him, the curtain of flour covering her face, and laced throughout her hair.
"I warned you." He shrugs "I told you to back up off my game while I measured the shit, or I was going to pour it on you..."
Quinn should have known that trying to cook dinner with Puck would end up in a mess. She blinks, the white substance even in her eyelashes. Before he can stop it, the sauce she'd been working on for the spaghetti is all down the front of his t-shirt.
"That shit is hot!" He complains, event though it was only lukewarm "And what are we supposed to eat now?"
"You should have thought about eating before you dumping the flour on my head." She places he finger in the sauce on his shirt, taking it in her mouth and sucking it briefly "Too bad...it tasted really good too." She moved around him, but he catches her and pins her against the counter, getting the sauce all over her as well.
"Bastard." She groans, but her eyes are smiling.
"I still want spaghetti!" He calls after her as she slinks off, saying she needs a shower (one he's not invited to)
"There's Chef Boyardee in the pantry." She winks.
He makes up for his kitchen blunder by playing his guitar while she gets ready for bed. She keeps acting miffed as she brushes and dries her hair, but he knows all is forgiven when she she emerges from the bathroom in the white nightie from the mall.
He moves slow as he puts the guitar down, and makes his way toward her.
They kiss, and he slips his hand up between her legs to touch her gently against her hot swollen sex. Her eyes close. "Make love to me Puck" She bites out before she can stop herself from saying the corny line.
Puck starts to tell her he doesn't know how. He's never done it before. He's fucked more girls than he can remember, but he's never made love to one. He's never loved one before.
He decides to just take it slow. So slow and intimate, that at first it makes Puck uncomfortable, but around the the time he has her pressed under him on the bed, breathing out his name in labored breaths, like a practiced chant, as he moves deeper inside her, he decides he likes it. A lot.
She gasps when one of his thrusts takes him further into her than he's ever been before. Puck just settles there, wrapping his head around how close they are right now. He's never been this deeply connected to a girl. Physically, or emotionally. "Quinn" He murmurs out, and something about the low, and adoring way he says it makes her come without even realizing how close she is. "I love you." He says it now because he wants to say it out loud and to her face, when there's literally no distance between them, and there's never a time for them to possibly ever be this close again.
He pulls out slowly, his last few thrusts abandoned and reckless, bringing his own release with a jerk.
"I love you too." Quinn swears, grabbing him before he can move out from over her "I really do." He rests his forehead on hers, taking in her insistent kiss slowly.
He doesn't know what it all means, doesn't know if it changes anything, but it's out there now. And it's just like he said. All the best things happen in the dark. Whether those things can make it when the lights come back on...that's another deal entirely.
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